When my bosses asked me (again!) to forego the job transfer I wanted and stay where "they really needed me", I quit. No job. No plan.

Before 1991, I existed for everyone else.

I walked through the early morning Wuthering Heights weather searching for the campus theatre, when suddenly my knees bumped into the inground "Red Masquers Performance Center" marquee.

We’ve talked about the importance of clearing mental clutter to overcome writer’s block, but what about physical clutter? Be honest. How many times have you walked into a room in your house and...